What cruel humor in the fact that you will find the love you have been searching for your entire life posthumously. We will all experience our fifteen minutes of fame after we have answered our own existentialistic questions, for society is plagued with a thanatological obsession. Death paints the most inhumane person angelic.
I have an obsession with the unknown and question why people do not confront their innermost fears. I long to feel the thrill of being alive.
This is the first time I have posted any of my poetry publicly. I am usually quite self conscious about my writing and have given only a minute number of people the opportunity to read any. Most commonly, I write a subjective mix of poetry, prose, and random thought/stream of consciousness. Many times, my mind is working so frantically that the pen cannot keep pace. I experience release through simply transcribing my thoughts on paper.
